The people under these red robes looked exactly like Lewandowski. Their age, appearance, height, and build were all identical.

"You can go," the golden robe said to the one whose red robe had been removed.

The Lewandowskis under the red robes looked dull and responded, "Yes." Then they left the hall.

The golden robe explained to Lewandowski, who was slumped on the ground, "They have now been activated and will go to various simulated spaces to lie dormant and survive, doing what you have been doing for the past two hundred years. But they are not as lucky as you. You can survive for two hundred years, but they will only live for a few years, at most a dozen, and will eventually die from the hunting of different species. You should know that even compared to your original form, you are the luckiest one. Your original form unfortunately drowned in the Red Sea when it first came to this world."

The situation before their eyes was self-evident: the Lewandowski next to Fatty was just one of the clones.

Having dealt with Lewandowski, the golden robe turned its attention to Fatty.

It was Fatty's turn to answer.

Fatty looked at Lewandowski slumped on the ground, then at Dodge hiding behind him without saying a word, and finally exchanged a glance with Zoey.

Fatty took a deep breath and said to the golden robe, "I need time."

The golden robe seemed to have anticipated that Fatty would say this, and it did not urge him.

"Alright, you can figure it out here. Tell me when you've figured it out," the golden robe waved to the white robe. "Go do your own things."

The white robe left after receiving the order.

The golden robe returned to the seat on the platform, and its figure also returned to the size of a normal human. It sat in the chair as if nothing had happened, staring at Fatty and the others.

The golden robe was like a supervisor, and Fatty was helpless in front of it.

Moreover, the golden robe did not allow Fatty and the others to leave the hall. Fatty and Zoey searched for a way out inside the hall, and Dodge, who was completely clueless at this time, followed them like a little follower.

If Dodge knew that the light sphere hanging above the golden robe's head was a meteorite, who knows what Dodge would do.

As for Lewandowski, he was like a person whose soul had been taken away, sitting there blankly, motionless, with a dull look in his eyes.

Fatty and Zoey whispered to each other, their voices very soft, for fear of being heard by the golden robe.

"Have you found anything?" Zoey asked.

"No, but I'm sure that the key to getting out is related to that thing." As he spoke, Fatty glanced at the light sphere hanging above the golden robe's head.

However, the golden robe and the meteorite corresponding to the light sphere should be some kind of symbiotic relationship, or rather, the golden robe controlled the light sphere. Even so, the golden robe had not found a way out, which meant that it was not easy to get out.

Furthermore, there was another issue that made Fatty hesitate: the golden robe's origins were unknown, and he didn't know what its purpose was in going out.

Fatty guessed that the golden robe's purpose in going out was likely to rule the world.

This kind of "king" imprisoned here might cause some great destruction if it went out.

This place was too bizarre, first with various versions of biological evolution species, then the Red Sea and black magma, and then the golden robe at the top of evolution.

The danger here was the absolute suppression in evolution, and not the progressive layers of the food chain in the rainforest.

Fatty hypothesized such a scenario: the golden robe itself did not exist. The initial purpose of the meteorite may have been to explore the secrets of biological evolution, but the experiment was out of control. The golden robe gained an absolute advantage in species evolution, and ultimately crushed other species, standing out from the crowd.

However, this was not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that the golden robe actually controlled the meteorite, controlled the white robe, and even created the red robe, using the body of the adventurer Lewandowski to add new variables to the experiment.

Now almost everything in the space was under the control of the golden robe, and even evolution was under its control, except for two things. The first was the Soul-Devouring Fish in the black magma, and the second was the area below the Red Sea.

In the enclosed hall, Fatty and the others had no way to retreat.

Fatty asked the golden robe, "We can't find a way out here. The way out is likely to be outside."

The golden robe denied Fatty's guess. "I have lived here for thousands of years. I have been to all the places except the deepest part of the black magma. There is no way out in other places."

Fatty suddenly remembered that when they first arrived, they saw two naked primitives using a cannon-like tool to repair the cracks in the outer wall, which was the passage they had entered. So Fatty told the golden robe this information.

The golden robe smiled and clapped its hands, the sound of which echoed in the hall.

Soon, two people came in from outside the hall. They were naked, with brown skin, and carrying a cannon-like thing in their hands.

These two people were the same two that Fatty and the others had seen when they first entered the space.

Fatty excitedly pointed at them and said, "It's the cannon in their hands! That's the key to our getting out!"

The golden robe said to the two primitives, "Give him the tool in your hands."

The two primitives obediently handed the cannon to Fatty.